Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Angle

On a street
with two suns
a woman tans
at a bus stop.
Hers is a
variable beauty
of restless angles,
arms akimbo
hips cocked.
One last time
she shifts
to step on to
the Number Two
and angles
and beauty
become perfect
then are gone.

2 comments:

adi said...

i wish for a photograph here :)

coyote said...

Heh. Getting that done might've been seen as creepy. Whereas writing poetry about it is seen as sort of arty, and so is far better for my self-image...

And really, for our purposes, your imagination is far better than any photo, don't you think?